The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fever broke at dawn. It had held you for three days, a wet, heavy thing that smelled of wet wool and old blood. You woke in the cold stone room of the White Tower. The air was thin. It tasted of iron. You sat up. Your head swam. The world was tilted, but you held it still. You are the Inquisitor. You know this. You are not a man of flesh, not anymore. You are a vessel. A tool. You hold the...

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